Cranberry Kiss

The cranberry kiss has told me
That neither of us would make it now
I think that the wheels are turning
Towards the land that made you frown

And bricks don’t make a sound
In the haze that I found
You were left behind
By the brown-dotted hands

Slow motion counting
Shaking the doll behind your car
I know that it could be thrilling
To bury a blackhole and shoot the stars

Bricks don’t make a sound
In the haze that I found
You were left behind
By the brown-dotted hands
You were left behind
By the brown-dotted hands

I know one day it’ll be the same
But time doesn’t suit you well
When your mind is trapped in a cell
When your mind is trapped in a cell